Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2018 18:55:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: E MOSER
Subject: Tales of Jones Lab School #9: Bev and Frank?s First Christmas
Bisexual High School: Tales of Jones Lab School #9: Bev and Frank's First
Christmas
Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13
with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with
his characters as individuals.
Bev and Frank's First Christmas
by
Larry Marion
Frank M'urk and Beverley Jane Wells were a bit tired when they got off the
Amtrak for Winter Break, with the Alabama train station decorated for
Christmas. They were met by Bev's mother, Miss Sarah Jane Wells with a
station wagon. Both Frank and Beverley almost bit their lips as they saw
her mother. They waved to attract Ms. Well's attention, hardly necessary as
they were indeed an odd couple, tall, black Frank and short, "stacked,"
white Beverly, the two holding hands. Ms. Wells waved back and hurried to
the two high school sophomores.
"Bev, ya'll looks tired," as she gave her daughter a hug, then turned to
Frank. "Frank, proud to meet ya'll. Don't hold back" as she threw her arms
around his waist to give him hug, too. "Ya'll knows Bev says nothing on
e-mail except `Frank' and what ya'll's doing.
"Now. A bit of maybe bad news. Grammie just sent an e-mail. She'll be here
tomorrow for Christmas." She looked at Frank. "I'll be honest. I'm still
adjusting to Bev's the room mate of an African American boy."
"No disrespect, ma'am, but I'm African. Not African-American. I was
actually born in Cameroon. Dad is an American citizen - in fact a major in
the army. My mom is Cameroonian, but mostly European - Ma-Ma would say
`colonial.' So I'm dual citizenship."
"Momma, now don't go getting the vapors Grammie talks about."
"I won't Beverley. You two have convinced me. I'll say this. That shotgun
is loaded with buckshot just in case the Klan wants to come
calling. Anyway, I told Ma today you were bringing a school friend a long
way from home, from Africa. So the less we say, the better."
"Ma'am, if Bev and I need to have separate rooms..."
"No. I said you could and you can. We just won't broadcast it. Okay?"
"Thanks, Ms. Wells."
"Frank, Bev calls me Momma. Ya'll just heard her say that. So ya'll feel
free to do so. Now round Grammie, maybe best `Ms. Wells' till we see which
way the wind blows. Now just get ya'lls things in the wagon and we got us
some pot roast for supper."
They did. Pot roast with potatoes, carrots and onions, mashed potatoes, and
cucumber salad. "They don't feed ya'll now do they?" Momma said half way
through the meal.
"Ms, er Momma, they feed us well. But there's something about home
cooking. Bev and I went to a West African restaurant once with the
Adams. They had okra and rice and goat and banana and all that, but it
wasn't just right. In fact, Mom Paige said Ma-Ma would have the head of the
cook to serve something like that. You might like Mom Paige."
"She's in congress now?"
"Yes ma, ere Momma. She is. Second term."
"They say she's going to run for Senate, Momma."
"Well good. We need good, strong women in the Senate. And the House,"
After dinner the two teens helped clean up and then put presents out under
the tree. "We have nothing for Grammie," Bev said as they were about to
head for bed."
"I have you both covered. You just have to sign the tag. "
In Bev's bedroom, with the door shut and the overhead off the two began to
undress. Frank paused. "Bev, you want a nightgown or pjs? I can wear my
shorts."
Bev, down to her panties and bra marched up to him, stopped inches from him
with her hands on her hips. "Frank M'urk. When have I ever worn anything
next to you in bed? Even before . uh, never mind that. "
"I just thought bad memories with your step dad and all."
"No. This helps sponge them away. No, Frank. I want to make love with you
tonight. Grammie's coming - I don't know. This may be our only chance here
this time. So how many times? How many ways?" With that she slipped her bra
around, unhooked it, flung it away, pulled off her panties, then knelt
down, pulled off his shorts. "Ha. You're hard. Damn spear," as she began to
lick the purple head. Soon he groaned as her lips moved back and forth on
the dark shaft.
The two fell asleep knowing that they had made love more than two
times. They also knew that her full size bed was much nicer than their two
twins pushed together, even with the adaptor they'd found. The two woke up
almost at the same time - but then that was their standard at Jones. They
managed to have thoughts of love again when there was a sharp knock on the
door. "Sausage or bacon?" Momma called.
"BOTH, Momma," Bev replied.
"Just bacon is fine, Momma. Bev's being greedy."
"I'll come help cook, Momma. There a apron for me? I see my robe." With
that she was out of bed, pulling on her robe, slipping her feet into her
slippers to kiss Frank. "Put something on, dear," she said as she left the
room. Frank nodded and got out of the warm, comfortable bed. He pulled out
the robe he'd wisely packed, and the slippers, put them on to find his way
to the kitchen.
"Smells good," he said. What can I do?"
"Bread, toaster, butter. Jelly and jams are in the fridge."
"Ewe, umphathi," Frank said.
"Bad boy," Bev said.
"Okay, Frank, what did you say? What language?"
"I said, `Yes, Boss.' It's in my tribal language. It gets to Bev. We joke a
lot."
"Good couples always joke a lot. Ben's father and I joked a lot."
"Umm. Momma. Bev's never said a thing about her dad. I'm glad you had fun."
"We did. Bev was three months old when his National Guard unit got called
up to Afganistan. He was a month from coming home when his unit got
ambushed."
"Oh. I'm so sorry."
"If you want, there's some stuff of his on the wall. I've never wanted to
know what it means." Frank turned and hugged Bev.
"You never told me."
"I,, I never knew Dad. But I think of him as being like you now. " Even
with her mom looking on, Frank kissed Bev. "You're sort of an army
kid. Maybe you know what they mean."
"Okay, kids. Let's eat. Bev, if you want to show Frank the town, why not
after breakfast?"
"I'd like that, Bev," Frank said. "By the way, Momma, if you want, I'm
really good at omelets. It's the French in me, too. We were a French
colony."
"Oh. So do you speak French, too?"
Frank smiled. "Oui m'dame. Je parle franÃ§ais, ma langue tribale et
l'anglais. Et Ã Bev, je parle d'amour."
Momma patted Frank on the shoulder. "Frank, souviens-toi, Beverley est ma
fille. N'est-ce pas?"
Frank looked shocked. "You speak French?"
"Enough. That's okay. I notice Bev says nothing."
"Momma. I'm only first year. Frank helps me every day. C'est pourquoi
j'aime Frank." With that the three laughed as Frank and Bev went to get
dressed.
With all dressed, and Momma assured that Frank had a driver's license, not
a learner's. the two set out in the old VW for the grand tour. They went by
her elementary school, the hospital where her mother still worked as an RN,
the middle school she'd briefly attended, the high school she had not, the
cemetery where her father she didn't know lay buried, and finally the town
square, the courthouse and the Confederate statue in the center. "That's
where they tried my stepdad for rape and crimes against humanity," she said
softly.
"Did you see the trial?"
Bev turned to him. "Frank. I had to testify. I was twelve. I had to
describe what he did! Damn it. Everything he did to me, I've loved when you
and I have loved that way. Stop the car!" With that he did. She flung her
arms around him and cried. "Oh, FRANK. FRANK. I only hope Grammie
understands! I mean she flies the Red Rag in front of her house!"
"The red rag?"
"My black friends in elementary school told me that 's what they call the
Confederate flag."
Frank laughed. "Yeah. Wish we had a neat name for the French tricolor Let's
get back to your house."
"Okay. After Christmas morning tomorrow, maybe some more spots. Let's
go. Grammie'll be home soon."
As he drove back to Bev's house, her arm around his neck, he wondered what
would happen with her grandmother. She sounded a bit like Ma-Ma. That could
be tough. They pulled the old VW to the side, got out to go inside. Five
minutes later as they held hands in the kitchen, they heard a horn blow so
they dashed outside.
Frank saw an older version of both Beverley and Momma - short, bright eyes,
big boobs. The only real difference was Bev's grandmother's hair shone
white and bobbed in a pony tail. She had Bev's smile and bright
eyes. "Bevvie," she called and held out her arms. Bev slipped from him to
run to her grandmother to hug her.
"Grammie! So nice to have you here."â€¨ "So nice to be here,
Bevvie. This is Frank?"
"Yes, ma'am, my friend Frank from school."
"Beverley. I saw you look at this fine young man. He looks like a Nubian
prince, to me. You didn't look at a friend. You looked at a soul mate,
girl. If that be the case, say so."
"Ma'am, I am Frank M'urk. I'm proud to say my father is a major in the US
Army, but we were both born in Cameroon. Yes, your granddaughter and I are
more than friends."
"Grammie. You're right. Frank is more than a friend."
"Stop there, girl. Let me get inside. I think it's after five. Sarah
Lee. Do you have some decent sherry?"
"I do, Momma."
"May I help you with your bags, ma'am?" Frank asked.
"Under other circumstances I'd say `sure.' Right now, Frank, hold the door
and Bevvie and I will get them while Sarah Lee gets the sherry. We can cut
it with some water for you and Bevvie."
Twenty minutes later the four sat in the family room, Grammie and Sarah Lee
had a small glass of dry sherry while Bev and Frank had some ice tea and
RC, respectively.
"So, Bev. You and Frank are in the same grade?"
"Yes, Grammie," Bev said.
"So, are your grades still okay?"
Bev and Frank exchanged glances. Frank nodded. "Grammie, Frank is in French
V and I'm in I; we're both in AP Sophomore English. He has a 93 and I have
a 94. Advanced Biology, we both have a 93.5. He's in Algebra II and I'm in
Trig/Solid. We're both in advanced World History. I think I lead him by 0.5
at 96."
"That is something, children. Wow. "
"Bev has National Junior Honor Society."
"So does Frank."
Grammie took a sip of her sherry. Her eyes sparkled. "So, you study naked
and are room mates," she said softly.
Bev and Frank looked at each other. Bev nodded.
"May I still address you as `Grammie'?"
"Please, Frank. There is much I do not understand."
"Most Jones boarding students have a room mate. There are a few rooms with
four to the room. Mostly the room has one boy and one girl, same class. Not
all, but most.
"So, with a normal beginning there is a boy and a girl, room mates. Most
cases they are friendly and remain room mates. They take care of their
room, help each other from time to time, that sort of thing. That's about
1/3 of the Jones dorm rooms overall."
"And ya'll and Bevvie?"
"Grammie, may I get to that?"
"Please."
"Then many become roomies. This is a bond between two. Most roomies stay
that way until graduation. A lot of them have a "friend" who is not their
roomie. You don't understand it if you don't experience it. "
"Grammie, I don't want to butt in, but after that is the beddie. That's
when roomies push their beds together . Some have their sheets and blankets
so they are kept apart. Others overlap the covers."
"And yours, Bevvie and Frank? "
"Grammie, ours overlap. We put full size top sheet and blankets on our wish
list," Bev said quietly. "Yes, some beddies just cuddle. Others... well,
yeah.,"
"Beverley Jane, are you happy?"
"Yes, Grammie."
Frank M'urk, are you happy?"
"More than I have ever been in my life."
"Then, if it means anything to you, my blessings on both of you." The two
of them exchanged looks. "Oh, does it mean I will stop raising Marse
Robert's flag? Nope. But I will defend you two. I'm old enough. I sense
true love. You have it."
She smiled. It's a bit after ten. I'm off to sleep. You two go to bed. Make
love. "
"GRAMMIE!"
"Bevvie, tell me you weren't."
"Uh..."
"Make love." She smiled, "See you both Christmas morning."
The two fifteen year olds looked at each other. "That's Grammie," Bev said.
"That's Ma-Ma. I'd love to see them together."
"Frank. Can I see us together? I think Grammie has said she's not going to
charge into our bedroom."
"I don't either, my dear. I'm still awake enough."
"I am too. Shower tomorrow morning."
They did make love of course, Twice that night and once in the morning,
before the shower, Then with hot tea or coffee for the four of them, there
was the tree, with lots of joy and play with the presents. Then Frank said,
"I woke up at two. I guess I shouldn't say this but Bev was so sound asleep
I thought she died. I raided the refrigerator. We have onion, mushrooms,
peppers, cheese cut or shaved for omletes. I see we have eggs. If you can
do bacon and sausage, I will cook omletes. Okay?"
So Christmas morning progressed. Frank's omletes to order were a hit with
all three, grandmother, mother, daughter. Momma even kissed Frank before
getting dressed to go to her shift at the hospital.
As the house settled down, Bev, Frank, and Grammie went to the family room,
the two teens on a couch, holding hands, and Grammie in an easy chair
facing them.
"So tell me about Jones Lab School,' Grammie said. "Like how did you meet?"
"Well, Jones, especially the boarders isn't that big, so we've seen each
other for the third year now. But we didn't connect until we were at a
rainy Saturday party back in October. One thing led to another. We became
roomies at once. Actually, beddies at once. That's not a normal thing."
Frank stopped talking. Had he told Bev's grandmother they had sex as soon
as they became roomies?
"Uh. I guess I got sort of excited. I mean, Bev is a beautiful girl. Her
boobs just... oh, crap, I shouldn't have said that."
Grammie laughed. "When I was Bev's age, the boys looked at me, too. Since I
was twelve, really. Natural."
"Yeah, but you had clothes on... oh, again."
Children, I went skinny dipping with boys the first time when I was
thirteen. Me, Mary Jane Baker and Lizze Mae Brown with the Jackson brothers
and Tommy Rae. The boys got the biggest boners and we laughed. That first
time wasn't the last. Sometimes it was just a boy and me.
"I read the news. I watch TV, I use the internet. Bev, I bet you've never
had your bra popped."
"Oh, in sixth and seventh grade I did, before I came to Jones. Not since
then."
"You two really do seem happy with each other."
"Thanks, Grammie. We are."
"I suppose you have an active, varied sex life."
"GRAMMIE!"
"Well, kids. I'm not blind or dumb. You're in a school where everybody,
even the adults are naked. There's even a class on how to do oral
sex. Rooms are co-ed and kids can even sleep together. So aren't most
active? "
"Well, Grammie. That depends. Uh, the school said that Bev wasn't a virgin,
because of what her stepfather did. They assumed he'd done everything
possible to her. But she kept her virginity through eighth and ninth grade
and into tenth. "
"So you..."
"Yes, ma'am. "
"I guess you just do the normal stuff really, because of what her
stepfather did. I was at the trial. I heard Beverley's testimony."
"Grammie, Frank and I do everything. Every time I suck him, that wipes out
one bad memory of what Harold forced me to do. Every time I turn on my
stomach, that wipes out one bad memory of what Harold forced me to endure.
"But Frank is gentle and kind and wants me to enjoy sex with him."
"That's wonderful Beverley. Enjoy. "
"Oh, we do."
Grammie chuckled. "You know, when I was growing up the last thing a girl
would do is take a boy in her mouth. Now it seems like its the first
thing."
Bev laughed. "You can be a virgin 'til fourteen and still have fun,
Grammie. I think at least sixty per cent of sixth grade girls have .. blown
a boy at least once. Boys don't start until they're in seventh or
eighth. Obvious reasons. By the time a Jonesie is in the ninth grade,
they've tried about anything. But there are still good looking guys and
girls who are juniors who still wear a V necklace. Doesn't mean they don't
do everything but..."
"The school doesn't like it much, but while both boys and girls wear a V,
it just means, according to the school, `..penile penetration of the vagina
has not occurred...' but anything else goes. They also have a strict PDA
rule - holding hands in public and nothing more. As you said, there's even
a class on oral sex starting at the sixth grade for girls. But as Bev said,
girls give blow jobs and boys go down on girls a lot. Many if not most
girls will do anal sex, at least with their boy friend," Frank said.
"You kids seem to have a lot of fun."
"But what about you, Grammie. This seems to be true confessions. Grampa's'
been gone for years now," Bev said softly.
"Over six years now. Yes, I have a boy friend. He's a widower. We live 50
miles apart. We tend to spend weekends with each other, one weekend at my
place, the next at his." She smiled. "Well, we haven't done anal. Maybe
you'll have to give me a talk through, Bev. You seem to know something
about it."
"So where is he now, Grammie?" Be asked.
"With his family for Christmas. We'll be together for New Year's. New
Orleans. I may be the only granny with white beads." The two teens laughed
at that.
Hours later the two went to Bev's room after dinner. Her mom had called
saying she had to stay later, and would be back by eleven at the latest. As
soon as the door closed, Frank pulled off his shirt. "Bev, I just want to
get comfortable." She smiled and slipped out of her sweater.
"So do I." Minutes later the two lay on the bed, gently kissing at first,
then more, then the first moan from Bev. Hands touched. Tongues
touched. Lips touched. "Remember our first encounter?" Bev said during a
breather while he played with her large, firm boobs.
"Yeah. He threw a hissy fit. Sweet little `ya'll Beverley wanted a dick up
her butt. Specifically, a big, black dick. I was almost surprised you used
`black'. "
She laughed. "I almost didn't. I was sort of having a flash back and wanted
to shock. I guess I wanted to be pounded, but you were sweet and slow and
gentle and I came. So, Frank, how'd you like to put that big fat black dick
up my ass and love me gently again while I puzzle through Grammie's talk
today. There's still a jar of vaseline in the top dresser drawer in the
back. "
Frank kissed her, got off the bed and found the close to empty jar of
vaseline. "It's almost empty."
"I know. But it hasn't been opened in three years. You know what to do,
right?"
"Put some on me. lube."
"Yeah. Leave some on your finger and then put some in me. Gently."
"Oh. Okay." Frank prepped them, lay beside her with them on their sides,
kissing her neck, squeezing her boobs, then whispering, "Ready, Bev?"
"Yes, my dark knight. Spear me. Gentle. Easy.' They both heard her intake
of breath as he gently entered her. `Yes. Slow, Frank. Yes. Okay. You can
go faster. Yes." She began to respond to his plunges by moving in the
opposite direction.
"Oh, God, Bev. So tight. Yes."
"You make it feel good, Frank. Another memory, another evil memory gone, my
love. I see a rainbow, not a storm cloud. Feels good. Feels friendly. Feels
love."
"Bev. I don't deserve you. I really don't." He gasped. "Oh, God. I'm about
to cum."
"Frank. So am I. YES!!"
"BEV - YES!!" He felt his nuts drain, then lay beside her, still buried in
her while their breathing calmed. A knock on the door."
"Kids. May I come in?"
"Uh, Grammie, we're.. nude."
"Guess what? I thought you would be. All I have on is a robe."
"Give us a minute, Grammie."
"Okay. I'm taking off the robe while I wait. Don't bother to put on
anything." The two looked at each other as they parted and then stood up.
"Interesting," Bev said as she went to the door and opened it. "Well,
Grammie. You weren't lying. Grammie, you look spectacular!"
"Thanks. You know Harvey says the same thing. And I can tell he's not
lying." She gave an evil laugh. "But you two. Wow. Fantastic. Frank. That's
real, right?" She pointed.
"Yes, ma'am," he responded, somewhat flustered.
"Bev. Please. I don't need a demonstration, but this anal. What's best? How
to do it?"
"Well, Grammie. For the girl. Don't tense up. Relax. Get comfortable. Maybe
try different positions. There are several that work real well. For the
guy. Take your time. Go easy. Start slow. There's a muscle. Ease through
it. Once in you can pick up speed. For both. Lube. Vaseline works. It's
best if there's some on the guy and in the gal. Use your finger. Okay?"
"I think so. Short stuff, slow and easy to start. Easy through the
sphincter. Relax. Love your partner."
"That's it, Grammie."
"Now, I don't want some porn show, but could you two demonstrate some
positions?" The two looked at each other. Frank nodded his head.
"Grammie, we've only done this twice with each other."
"Grammie, I've only done it three times. Twice with Bev, once with another
girl last year when she was still thirteen. And the truth, it didn't go
real well. I think we broke almost every rule. Funny thing, she went on to
become beddie with her roomie and she told me after that it was much better
now."
"Okay, kids. I'm sitting in the chair."
"Okay. Well, start like we just did," Bev said.
"Oh!" Grammie said as the two got onto the bed, Frank behind Bev.
"Raise your top leg, bottom of foot on the bed. Makes entrance easier. Take
your time.
"Okay, Frank. Bark." Bev rolled on her chest, then got up on her
knees. Frank knelt behind her. "Pretty easy here. But your face is buried
in the bed or couch or whatever. He can kneel straight, or sort of
straddle.
" You can do missionary with something under her hips - firm chair pillow
to get entrance. This a start Grammie?"
"I think so. Harvey's excited."
The two looked at each other and grinned.
"So, Grammie. Do I did when the guy was too excited to last. Give him a
quick blow job first," Bev said with a laugh.
"Well, Harvey likes that."
Frank started to laugh. "What's so funny, Frank?" Bev asked as they got off
the bed.
"I...I...I just thought of that old rock and roll song. You know, "Blow,
Granny Blow!"
Bev didn't hit Frank hard, but Grammie laughed hard.
When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than
between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth
came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party
"... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly
states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read
"... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point
out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors
will be corrected.
Thanks.
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Frank and Beverley - sophomores, high grades, Frank, African black, 7 inch
dick, - Beverley - Southern white, 36 C + boobs